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Friday, April 3, 2015

Why I Don't Regret My Eating Disorder

Someone once asked me if I regret my eating disorder. My
response to that question? No. No, I do not regret my eating disorder.

I do not
regret my eating disorder because my eating disorder was not a choice. Like
anyone who has been diagnosed with a serious illness, am I sad I had an eating
disorder? Yes, of course. But I cannot regret something that was beyond my
control.

Yes,
anorexia is not cancer. But it is a deadly illness, and it can be brutal. The
stigma associated with mental health is something I am fighting to break down.
In my first few years of recovery, I hid my past like a skeleton in the closet.
Even today, almost 6 years later, I find myself self-conscious about my
history, being careful not to mention it in the workplace or in certain social
circles (such as in my graduate program, for example). I want people to take me
seriously at work, and for some reason having a history of a physical and
mental illness might hinder my success.

I’m sick of
brushing who I am, and what I have experienced, under the rug ashamedly. My own
husband doesn’t even know much about this dark time in my life, mostly because
it is understood between us that it’s over, in the past, and is not often
spoken about.

I’m not
saying I want to talk about it all the time, or even often at all. In fact, I
quite like being “normal” (whatever that even means) and feeling like I am
finally in a good place with my health and my body. However, I am tired of
feeling like if I slip at work or at school and say something that might hint of
my past, something horrible will happen or people will think lesser of me. When
I hear women I know complain about calories and love handles and expect me to
commiserate with them, part of me is flattered that they think I’m “one of
them”, but moments like these make me uncomfortable—not because I am unhappy
with my body, but because I respect my body and what it has been through, and I
don’t want to participate in negative self-talk with women I respect.

I honestly
don’t know what the true purpose of this post is, other than to say that I’m
tired of hiding who I am. I don’t regret my eating disorder. Not for one
second. I know that may seem inconceivable to some, but what I went through 6
years ago made me into the strong, capable, successful woman I am today.

Don’t get me wrong, those months
(years, really, with mini-relapses in between) were the most excruciating times
both physically and mentally. I was so skinny and weak I couldn’t sit on a
chair without my tailbone bruising. I denied myself of all nourishment and
forced myself to run 5 miles on the treadmill until I felt like I might faint.
When I finally allowed myself to be admitted into the hospital, my heart rate
was so low that I was told I might not make it through the night. And the sad
thing is, I hated myself so deeply and viscerally in that moment, and I was so
exhausted by life itself, that I didn’t WANT to wake up.

But I did. I woke up that next
morning. And the next, and the next. And I thank God, and my family, for
believing in me and pulling me through, even when I failed to believe in
myself. Without hitting absolute rock bottom both physically and mentally, I
wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate where I am today. I wouldn’t have the
relationship I have with my parents if they hadn’t quite literally saved my
life.

Now, when my husband tells me I am
beautiful, and looks at me with such sincerity and tenderness, I can BELIEVE him.
I wouldn’t be married today—to such a fantastic human being—if I hadn’t first
been able to love and accept myself.

Am I perfect now? No, of course
not. I still have days (lots of them, actually) when I find the negative
self-talk creeping in. Days when I feel bloated, or I have a pimple on my chin,
or my legs look a little thicker than I’d like. But even the worst of my days
now is a million times better than my best day was when my life was consumed by
my eating disorder.

I now use exercise as an aid to
health, not a hindrance to it. I run because I love the feel of the air on my
face, the sunshine on my back, and the strength of my muscular legs moving me
forward. I no longer feel the “need” to work out every day, and I don’t need to
go run a mile to negate every slice of cake or pizza I have when I’m out with
friends.

I still consider myself to be “in
recovery”. I don’t know if I will ever be truly “recovered”, only because I
feel it is important to be aware of my past, and my relapses, and stay on top
of my health and weight just in case.

But I will say that I am the
heaviest weight I have ever been (in fact, I am a solid 45 pounds heavier than
I was at my darkest hour), but I am also the healthiest and happiest I have
ever been. I have a husband who loves me as I am, through the good days and
bad. I have friends who care about me, both new and old. To the friends who
were there when I was destroying myself—you know who you are—THANK YOU. Thank
you to my college roommates who emailed my mom their concern for me—that truly
was the start on the path to recovery.

Thank you also to the treatment
team who pushed me harder than I thought I could go. Without the professional
treatment I received, both inpatient and outpatient, I wouldn’t have the happy,
full life I have today. And thank you, first and foremost, to my parents. Mom
and Dad – you are the two most treasured people in my life, and I thank God
every single day for the honor it is to be your daughter.

My hope is that someday, the stigma
surrounding mental illness will be completely removed. We won’t judge each
other or think of others as “weak” because they needed professional help.
People won’t be afraid to speak openly about the experiences, both good and
bad, that define them.

3 comments:

This is really inspiring, Coco! I'm really proud of you for recovering from your eating disorder, and for becoming a stronger person because of it. It's nice to know that you learned to love yourself more, and that lead you to meeting a great husband later. Just always keep that positive attitude going! :-)

such great tips! I’m so guilty of living a lifestyle that is not active and putting too much of my time into work and not enough time into the things that are actually healthy for my body. I hope to change this soon!